There was a guy that tried to kill me. I think because I’d killed someone with a desiccating gun, kind of like the end of Indiana Jones and the guy that drank from the wrong grail. But I killed the second guy as well. Then someone else came to the door. I had to hide the bones, which looked more like old, dark brown branches. I shoved them into a bunch of other stuff before the other person came in.

They came in and we chatted a little. Then I saw a creepy looking little girl. She morphed into a tentacled alien, and went outside to a table to have lunch. The other guy followed, as did I. The alien made a comment, and it was surprising because they weren’t supposed to be able to understand English(apparently there were lots on Earth). Then the other guy asked the alien if they all still came when called – like if someone calls your name – but they all came if someone called the name ‘Daniel’ in German. They both laughed about that.

When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. - CS Lewis

I was outside the house I grew up in. Saw that a large tree had fallen over, that was already half dead with no branches. I needed my brother's help to chop it up and move it, because I didn't know how to use the chainsaw. He cut it up, and we moved part of it. We talked about how it was easier to do this tree, because the top and bottom had been secured somehow, so when it fell down, just the trunk fell, and the roots didn't come out of the ground.

I was in the 4plex, but I don't know why. So I decided to check the smoke detectors. I was in unit 3 where the three women are, and I went around hitting the test button. Each one I did sounded different, and the floor plan was different and way bigger. At one point I went near a closet with a door ajar, and opened the door to get to a smoke detector that was right above it. There was a woman sitting on a toilet behind the door, so I quickly shut it. That was supposed to be a closet, but there was a bathroom in there now. I moved into a bedroom that was occupied, and said I needed to test the smoke detector. The woman said fine, so I did. While I was doing this a group of her friends came in, and they asked me if it was ok to do something - but I don't know what. They implied but didn't directly say what it was, and I couldn't figure it out. I ended up telling them taking drugs was fine, but that wasn't what they wanted.

When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. - CS Lewis

I was in a casino. The management had a policy for the maximum that could be bet at one time, but new management was changing that. The guy that used to be in charge was upset, partly because he cared for the people gambling. He thought that no limit betting would cause more people to go bankrupt, and hurt them. The new people didn't care. So employees were encouraging gambling, and did so to a young guy, 18-25. Then his mom came along and basically said he had no money, all of it was hers, and not to let him try and gamble. Then I was an employee, along with my sister and brother in law, and we were trying to make the rich woman happy. I think I went to get her coffee or tea.

Later, it was more of a video game. I was riding a motorbike along a ledge 6 feet above the rest of the ground, and had to use a stick to gather energy to catch or ignite things. Maybe sheep, or I was herding sheep, or somehow this got me sheep. I did this a few times, then my bike disappeared, and I just ran with the stick behind me sparking, and I was going to stick it into the sheep, but it was getting dark. THen my sister came along because she was worried about me, and we needed to go to the car and leave. I did one more run, then went back to find her. She was near the exit, but first I grabbed a few bags of peanut butter M&Ms because the y sounded good. But then I remembered they upset my stomach so put all but 1 back.

When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. - CS Lewis

I had gone to work, but was super tired. So I snuck out at about 10 AM to take a nap, either at home or in my car. My sister was at my house, and my car was at our northern facility. I woke up in my house, and asked what time it was. It was around quarter to 6 PM, and I freaked out because I slept through the entire work day, and I was going to get in trouble.

When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. - CS Lewis

I was having my bachelor party, and for some reason we were going to a strip club a long drive from home. I didn't really want to go, and felt super tired. We got there, and the bouncer made some comment about my clothing. I looked down, and saw I was wearing swimming trunks on top of cargo shorts.

We went in, and got beers. I was worried about how expensive the beer was going to be. I ordered a round for our group, and it was over $100. I didn't really want to drink anyway, because I was so tired. The strip club was more like a rustic themed bar/restaurant. Log cabin like walls, etc. We hung out for a while drinking beer. At one point I tried to go in this side room that had a bench and tables, like for a separate dining area of a restaurant, and was just going to try and sleep in the corner, but I couldn't. At another point a stripper showed up, and was shooting milk out of her breasts. She shot some into my mouth because it was my party. I went along with it because the guys I was with were encouraging, but I was not enjoying myself.

Pretty sure half the dream was me just being exhausted from only getting one decent night's sleep since about...Wednesday?

When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. - CS Lewis

At one point, was trying to find hidden bad guys, black ajah-ish, but not exactly. Was meeting with this other woman(I was temporarily a woman), and she showed me some nettle leaves that people were going to eat later. But there was white sauce on them, that was poison. We discussed figuring out who had put the poison on the leaves. The other woman said she had to go figure something out. She walked a ways away, then a giant went to attack her. I fled, along with another woman.

Later, was a guy again and battled three skeletons. Died, but came back. It was like a dark souls game.

Another night:Thought I'd given myself another hernia. started worrying about it, and complaining about the huge cost, and how hernia surgery would cost way more than hiring movers.

I woke up holding my groin, and worried I had gotten another hernia.

When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. - CS Lewis

There was a weird bit in mine where it seemed that if I gathered up everybody's ties (including the women - and with all persons' agreement, it wasn't like odd or anything) and sort of attached them all round this wire loop thing, then this would stop gender inequality. Somehow. No idea how, but everyone was on board with the idea anyway, so… result?

While the glide ratio provided by outstretched human arms has always been very impressive, I discovered last night that a bald eagle costume is an order of magnitude better.However, it is also uncomfortably tangly and far more difficult to climb to a good launch point.

PS:Business tip - Hybrid playgrounds/zoo enclosures are a bad combination.In hindsight, that may not have been poor maintenance of the equipment I saw, but rather cleanup work after some unfortunate incidents.

I dreamed a somewhat obese man was chased and shot at the top of a cliff inside a cave network of some sort and fell down into a river and became the spirit of the river and anyone who drank from that river became some sort of badass soldier for some reason that I don't understand.

(According to the copy of New Scientists I read parts of from the magazine shelves, today, the dream elements we normally remember are not usually significant to real life. On the other hand, the dream elements we don't normally recall, in a different phase of sleep, often have much relevence.)

Soupspoon wrote:(According to the copy of New Scientists I read parts of from the magazine shelves, today, the dream elements we normally remember are not usually significant to real life. On the other hand, the dream elements we don't normally recall, in a different phase of sleep, often have much relevence.)

How do they know? That's a bit like something stating "People who die of heart attacks have, as their last though, regret for eating all that cheese and bacon", isn't it?

heuristically_alone wrote:I want to write a DnD campaign and play it by myself and DM it myself.

heuristically_alone wrote:I have been informed that this is called writing a book.

Soupspoon wrote:(According to the copy of New Scientists I read parts of from the magazine shelves, today, the dream elements we normally remember are not usually significant to real life. On the other hand, the dream elements we don't normally recall, in a different phase of sleep, often have much relevence.)

How do they know? That's a bit like something stating "People who die of heart attacks have, as their last though, regret for eating all that cheese and bacon", isn't it?

They (IIRC, and i'm paraphrasing upon what I'm dredging back from that one quick illicit read-through) compared people who were in different sleep states, by waking them and asking them what they woke them from, and supposedly found the non-REM dreams had a symbology that matched a pre/post-sleep exercise better for those that improved best in the second session, but the REM stuff had no correlation.

And then when they left people undisturbed, in the sleep between tests, none of the testees remembered the exercise-related symbology when asked to recall their naturally-remembered dreams.

(My first thought, assuming I understood it correctly at the time, was that the 'relevant' symbology is just out-recalled by the far more interesting surrealities of the irrelevant stuff. But it was a short article not relating the entire exoeriment xesign, and filtered through my own imperfect understanding and now recollection. So take it all with a pinch of salt.)

My dreams, last night, featured (at one point) a number of home DIY tasks tbat genuinely need to be done, as well as some things (e.g. something about trying to play table-tennis) which I frankly can't see any recent/imminent waking connection with. A bit of a mix, there. (And a natural awakening!)

I was in a mansion. At one point I was with Data, and we were getting phasers out of a locker to fight bad guys. I motioned to point out that someone had been there already and grabbed the phaser rifles.

Other stuff I can't remember, but part of it was walking around trying to solve a mystery.

Then later, there was a naked woman laying on her back a ways away from me, and she seemed larger than a normal person. I was trying to shoot her in the vagina with a laser pointer.

When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. - CS Lewis

I happened to also have a Star Trek dream, though there were no lasers in vaginas. Can't top that.

I was on the set of a Star Trek show, and the real Enterprise crew were there to watch as a special event. There was discussion over changing up the show's actors to better match recent changes that had happened on the ship.Then Cap'n Picard annouced something over the intercom during taping. The show folks started dithering about whether to keep that in the show, retape that part, or retape it but get the actor playing Picard to say the same thing.

I dreamed I was at the supermarket looking for chocolate-covered potato chips. A female employee began to assist me, by just searching through the shelves of potato chips, which is what I was already doing. I told her that I was recently at Mike Tyson's house, and he had some, but he also had a lot of food. I recalled being there and seeing his food, it was like a dream memory I guess. I estimated that Mike Tyson had 50 to 100 boxes of cereal, and also large piles of fruits and vegetables. It almost looked like a supermarket in his home. The supermarket employee said that she also knew Mike Tyson, and she joked that maybe we couldn't find any chocolate-covered potato chips because Mike Tyson had bought them, and they hadn't restocked.

I dreamed my car had a flat. I had two jacks, one that would lift the front, one that would lift the back. After the car was jacked up, I lifted the trunk floor to expose a third jack, a big one, that would have lifted a truck. Under that jack, there were four spare tires, two for the front, two for the back. But they were all flat and useless.

Nothing like being well-prepared, but not prepared at all.

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The dream may have involved the nightmare service station where I take my car to get it repaired, from time to time. But I'm not certain this time. The service station is a recurrent frustration dream in which I'm always taking my disabled car late and can't get it fixed until the next day. Sometimes, I buy cars from the service station. I know where it's supposedly at, it's on West Colonial Blvd and John Young Pkwy (not in real life) and I know the station layout, some of it (but that's not based on anything from real life either). I always park the car in the parking lot on the north side of the building at sundown, and go in through the door on the north side of the service station, their back door.

I have that dream most often when I'm Ill, and then I have it over and over and over until it'll just about drive me bananas. It's one of several similar recurrent frustration dreams I have when I'm Ill.

That's a shame. I like Ruffles. I also like chocolate-covered pretzels, which is a great mix of chocolate and a salty snack underneath the chocolate. So I figured that chocolate-covered Ruffles would be delicious. An internet search has told me that Frito-Lay makes chocolate-covered Wavy Lays, but I haven't tried them. And I agree that making them myself isn't worth the trouble. I made some chocolate-covered pretzels a few times long ago, and though they were delicious, it was time-consuming and made a mess to clean up.

Back at uni and school, in my old school building, trying to sneak past all the "exam in progress" signs to get to my uni dorm room and get my stuff because I had exams. Someone came and asked me whether I was finding the exams in the part of the hall next to my room interesting, and I told her what would be interesting would be finding my text books. Had no idea where I was supposed to be or when. Glided down the stairs one flight at a time. Found door to outside world locked. Went back up one flight of stairs to ground floor corridor (school was build on a sloping site, so it was up two steps to get in at one end and about twenty halfway along). Ground floor was dark, humid, loud and full of the general public, with neon signs everywhere advertising "TACOS" and in one case "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS." Met someone I knew from school and asked what had happened to rooms 1 to 8. He told me they were all Mexican restaurants now. (Apparently, I dream that English idiots associate Mexican restaurants with neon signs that say "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS," and don't dream that I bother to say anything about that.) What used to be main office was now huge multi-restaurant with all the menus at the entrance, in dark gold text on dark blue card in a barely-lit hall. Couldn't read them and, anyway, needed to at least find out whether I needed to be somewhere for an exam.